Twenty
Ryann had to get out.
Was that selfish? She wasn’t sure. All she knew for certain was that the walls were closing in, and that she couldn’t think. She needed space. She needed to get out of that tomb.
She was failing. She had no idea how to prevent Cathal’s condition from deteriorating. Without power, she had no way of calling for help. And she could do nothing to stop the animosity between Brice and Tris.
Her crew was falling apart. And all she wanted to do was run away.
In the space behind the door, she took a long, deep breath. The air was close and still, almost stale, but above her was the hatch. Maybe a lungful of the night air would help. Maybe the rain on her face would wake her up.
She climbed the metal rungs, noticing how polished they were. She didn’t know if that w
